I've had this passing thought this week taking BART into and out of the office how some of us are just counting the days between this and the next great thing to happen. This story started writing itself between stations in a daydream that the next worthwhile person to make me feel understood could be sitting at their office late, face down groaning how they hate their job, as their coworker bestie comes in and throws something at them. Then, I pass more buildings thinking maybe they're in the first week of their new job, facing existential dread over how the Bay is new to them and the constant switch in their brain between regret and affirmation keeps flickering between the two. I run these scenarios thinking how whoever the next great person is… well we're living life as best we can, collecting stories to share until we inevitably both have a shitty day and one of us spills a coffee on the other at Blue Bottle. Until then, I guess we're just ships in the night, in the Bay, collecting anecdotes and milestones like postcards and tattoos.
Hey there, I'm Vi, a pan 29/M SEAsian working days in SF or at home near Oakland, proud ambivert Leo (hey, I'm almost 30!), constantly rewriting the last chapter of this story, annoying my cat, watching dust collect on the books I shuffle around, adding to a food map, playing tennis on occasion, looking for a fun conversation where we throw tension out the window and laugh earnestly, check out museums, make new jokes with, and hoping you're also ready to say cheers to a new friend.
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